Abuse Me

If your going to hit me,
You might as well do it,
The emotional misery is not worth loosing.

If your going to bathe me in plaster,
To cover up the scars,
Then cut me like a blade,
And lather yourself in charms.

It's no accident your so bitter,
No morals behind your intentions,
If your going to brush me with poison,
Then make sure you use that famished temper.

If your going to abuse me,
You could at least lift your hand,
Your struggle is a mockery,
Your fail appears to be a strand.

It's your rage that consumes me,
The pretentious character that fills my lust,
If you truly loved me,
Then we can cut through the thorns,
The anger that is leaping at the cusp.

It's not surprise that we loathe each other,
For nobody else would leap at the preventable,
We are just too deep in our own favours,
Relient because we are inseparable.

Misey hates being alone,
We are one too many,
But if your going to abuse me,
Just don't forget me.